A Sunday Poem

Oh For The Love Of Sleep

By Julie McElhinney

Sleep oh how I miss you

Drooping heavy eyes,

Staying in bed until morning

When daylight brightens the skies.

Oh for the days

When there was no alarm,

When summer time came

I could sleep well past dawn.

But we all have to grow up

And face responsibility,

And then it is the end of sleep

For you and for me.

Crying babies at two AM

Oh sleep where are you,

Time to get up again

What’s a parent to do?

Four O’clock meeting

And a five minute nap,

Your head hits the table

With a loud telling slap.

Oh for the love of sleep

How I miss you so,

You were a friend that I had lost

So many years ago.